Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Song - Poem by Robert Browning

I.

Nay but you, who do not love her,
Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
Holds earth aught---speak truth---above her?
Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,
And this last fairest tress of all,
So fair, see, ere I let it fall?

II.

Because, you spend your lives in praising;
To praise, you search the wide world over:
Then why not witness, calmly gazing,
If earth holds aught---speak truth---above her?
Above this tress, and this, I touch
But cannot praise, I love so much!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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